The Tale of Buster Bumblebee by Arthur Scott Bailey
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talking with a lady! Why, you eat and sleep so much that you don't know
what you're doing or saying half the time." One might naturally think that such a remark would have angered Buster. But he was not one to lose his temper easily. And he merely looked at the trumpeter sadly and said: "Don't speak to me like that! I'm a queen's son. I'm a gentleman." IV BUSTER FINDS A SISTER Buster Bumblebee's announcement that he was a queen's son--and a gentleman--seemed to amuse the trumpeter hugely. She held her sides and laughed uproariously. "That's nothing!" she said at last. "I'm one myself!" "One what?" Buster asked her quickly. "You're certainly no gentleman--for you just referred to yourself as a lady not two minutes ago. And neither can you be anybody's son, I should think." "I mean I'm a queen's daughter--though maybe you didn't know it," the trumpeter replied. |
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